User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-2246928-20150429212034/@comment-7662967-20150604221221

Azul flattened her ears at the cracks of Virago's whip, pulling at her oar steadily and keeping her eyes averted. These cruel beasts, their love of pain and death .. it was disturbing. But far more so, was the fact that she too, could have once been as they.

If they had not killed her father and thrown her down to row in the galleys. ''Only pain has thought me pity .. I was once like them!''

The fox yanked on her oar, feeling the strain shoot through her arms like it was burning. Was she really admitting she's rather be in her present position then have not learned the ways of her kind were wicked, and come to hate them?

Was she really thinking that? But deep in her heart, she knew she was. She cast a glance at the squirrel as Virago's whip went silent, for he lay slumped across his oar, whether he was alive or dead was impossible to tell.

What would happen to him, after the way he'd addressed the weasel? She would not let that insolence rest .. Azul looked straight ahead again, feeling a tiny bit of fire grow in here heart.

This fire wasn't against the injustice toward herself, but toward the others.